Writing is a journey. It’s a journey in your mind and soul. Writing takes you to places that you know and places you have visited or it can be new destinations in the past or the future. For myself, wherever my writing takes me, it is always a journey of discovery and sometimes, rediscovery. It’s also a journey back to my roots: how I got to where I am at today. It’s probably no surprise that most of my writing takes me back home to America’s Midwest and growing up in the 1960s and 1970s.
I like where my writing takes me. I like what I discover along the way.
For my latest writing project, a novella about one day in the spring of 1968, I have been immersing myself in the music of the era. It’s just as much to inspire me as it is a soundtrack in my mind. Much of the music I remember listening to at the time; other music, I vaguely recall. And along the way, I have rediscovered some gems from the era.
I remember hearing this song at some point in my past (maybe it was the We Five version) but I had forgotten all about it to the other day when, listening to some other music from the era, happened to come across it on YouTube.
Yes, I like where my writing takes me.